Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, her face a canvas of serene beauty. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose. Their deep red hue, a testament to the fire that burns within, a flame that flickers with every heartbeat. Her lips, a gentle curve of crimson, invite the whispers of the night. In this moment, she is one with the flowers, their beauty intertwined, a harmony of flesh and petal. The world outside recedes, leaving only the soft whisper of her breathing, a lullaby to the roses that cradle her. In this sanctuary, time stands still, and the beauty of the moment is all that exists.